City Views Are Different From The Countryside As Seen In This Poem Poem by Reginald Reid

City Views

Mirrored glass canyons windswept in the shadows
Smokers skulking in doorways their dependence so hollow
Sweating for fitness the runners pass swiftly along
Ears plugged off with their recorded song

Patches of parkland a treasured retreat
Where the homeless share benches and nothing to eat
Showcase shop windows display all that you need
Public transport your life as it passes by at dead speed

Aromas that speak of pollution and death to your lungs
Empty cathedrals full of songs that old people have sung
Apartments without kitchens and restaurants abound
Deafness responds to the needy's call sound

Loneliness abounds in the crowded places
Solitude is writ on some people's faces
So many nations mix as they hustle by
A small child overwhelmed responds in their cry

All manner of different obsessions here are at play
As individuals insist on their own elite way
What was here is forgotten as new structures arise
Architects and planning dreamers now control all the skies